Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Sound,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.